Aiden watched as she walked away, a strange pang of regret settling in his chest. He shook his head, trying to push it aside.
Hours later, Chloe stood in an abandoned warehouse, her phone flashlight cutting through the darkness. Her expression was grim as she moved deeper into the cavernous space.
"Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing.
The sound of dripping water filled the silence, and then—movement.
Her flashlight swept across the room, landing on a figure hanging limply from the rafters. Chloe gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled back.
Behind her, the sound of footsteps grew louder.
"Who's there?" she demanded, her voice trembling.
The flashlight flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
"Chloe," a deep voice drawled from the darkness, sending chills down her spine.
She spun around, her flashlight revealing the faint outline of a figure cloaked in shadow.
